Beth couldn't remember when she'd been more uptight, unless it was at her junior prom when her aunt had been chaperone-in-charge, and she'd dated a senior with a reputation of being the coolest, swingingest guy in school! He'd had to drive her home in his father's car with her aunt in the back seat, and the entire way Beth had breathlessly tried to restrain his hot, young hand secretly smoothing up and down her trembling inner thigh for fear Aunt Zelda would get wise and lay an egg right there! And that had been that! He'd never asked her out again! Somehow, this seemed like a repeat performance of that disastrous night!
At the moment, her doting husband, in the most unconventional garb his blatant taste could imagine, was guiding her along the walkways of Edgemont Heights shopping center. Not that there were any fashion-plates in the area, and not that she gave a damn what other people thought, but a pith-helmet, shooting jacket, and bedroom slippers…? And worse, he was sure as the devil about to louse up her vampish little scheme! He had all intentions of accompanying her into Stan Wilson's store and trying on shoes, boots, whatever it was, dumping his big frame right in the seat beside her, and how could she do one damned thing?
Blast it! If only there was some other way of getting to know their neighbors better… at a party, perhaps… She felt certain she could manage it all nicely from there. Last Sunday, in her white, skin-tight shorts and a tiny halter, she'd purposely gone out to putter around the yard, work which she wouldn't even consider if Sara Wilson hadn't set the pace, and knowing that Jay ogled the vivacious brunette in her usual bikini as if she were an exotic dancer. At first, Beth hadn't been sure the handsome Mr. Wilson was seeing her out there doing her exaggerated stoopings and squattings, antics that bordered on the obscene, but she had finally glanced up to catch him watching her from a bedroom window. He'd smiled and waved, and for two days she'd lived on that…
"Here we are, baby," Jay gratingly crunched her thoughts, leading her into Wilson's Shoe Salon. "Have at it, hon! Just turn yourself loose. Your lover-man feels like indulging you!"
Beth moved away from him, tripping silently along the strip of carpeting in front of the empty chairs. Indulging you, she inwardly repeated, incensed. More of his jargon shit! Damn, she could throttle him for tagging along with her! She casually looked around, working to keep her rage from showing. At least, the store was empty of customers… clerks too, for that matter. And that pleased her. She'd planned to ask for Mr. Wilson anyway; that is, before her lover-man decided to escort her…
Her blood-pressure quickened when with a handsome smile, the thirtyish, tall and broad shouldered Wilson himself appeared from the back room. Little twinges of lurid excitement immediately stirred in the depths of her belly at the way he carried himself; but there was something else in her belly – an apprehensive knot forming there too. God… she could never go through with it, even if Jay wasn't with her! Imagining such lurid scenes was one thing, but when it came right down to the nitty-gritty…?
"Well, hello neighbors! Nice to see you! Won't you have a seat and let's see if we can help you?" Stan Wilson suavely beamed, dollar-bill signs almost clicking in his eyeballs, Beth thought, but she hardly cared. Lord, he was handsome! "Who can we make happy?"
"The little wife, Stan," she heard her boisterous husband say, using their neighbor's first name as if they'd known him for years, and adding a gruff little laugh. "Poor kid needs some foot-wear… and why not, on the end of those legs, eh?"
Beth cringed with embarrassment as Stan drew up his stool, still smiling toward her husband, an obvious starchiness in the expression. Oh, why didn't that asshole keep his big, blowhard mouth shut? She crossed her legs, presenting her right foot.
"What did you have in mind, milady?" her gentlemanly neighbor softly questioned, gazing up at her with deep, dark eyes, the trace of a smile flickering about his attractive mouth, as with seemingly super-sensitive hands, he removed her shoe.
"Oh… something in a sandal, maybe. Black and with platform heel… though I'm not sure," she quickly added, reluctant to discard her original baiting temptation, and the longer she sat there trying on shoes, perhaps…
"Aahh… we have a sharp new sandal that's all the rage this season, Mrs. Durke," he said, agilely swinging up and away.
"Come on now, Stan, you guys should call us by first name, seeing we're neighbors, right?" Jay mouthed after him. "She's Beth and I'm Jay. You're Stan and your wife's name's Sara, isn't it?"
"Yes… that's right. Sara and Stan."
"So…? Seeing we live right across the street from each other, let's get better acquainted?" the nearly exasperated young wife's middle-aged husband continued, winking at her. "First names from now on, right?"
"Why not?" Stan Wilson coolly answered, pulling boxes from tiers.
"You're a shop keeper and I'm an author," Jay said, his choice of titles mortifying Beth. "… Or maybe you didn't know that," her husband grinningly went on as their neighbor returned to seat himself on the stool. "Did you?"
"I… ah… never gave it much thought, to tell you the truth," the wavy haired, handsome man almost icily replied, taking the shoe from its box.
"I understand. You got your daily grind… not much time to think about what other people do. I know what it is. I was in the old selling game myself for awhile… grueling contest. But those days are gone, now… just the creative art when the spirit moves me. Beth, here, does all my final work for me, when I'm not chasing her around the desk… if you get what I mean, Stan…"
She wanted to kill him right there! Dumping a shovelful of white-hot coals into his lying mouth would have served the purpose, Beth thought, utter rage shamefully scathing her insides. Goddamn him, she tremblingly seethed, intentionally uncrossing her nylon-sheathed legs to let their neighbor fit her foot into the shoe!
"H-How… How's that feel?" the dark-eyed shoe salesman stammered, letting her know that he'd caught his first glimpse of what she'd originally come prepared to show him.
"Hmmmmm…" She gained her feet, taking several observing steps on the carpet. They were absolutely ugly! But that had nothing to do with it. He'd looked right up between her legs for a brief moment, and she well knew what he could see through the snug fit of those sheer, nylon panties! Her pubic curls… the very crevice of her pink-fleshed pussy, itself…! "No… no, I don't think so. These aren't what I had in mind…"
"We have many more sandals, Mrs. – Beth," he lumpishly got out, his beautiful Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "S-Shall we try on a few?"
"Sure, give 'em all the once over, baby," Jay butted in. "Hell, might better throw our business to old Stan here, than take it to L.A., right?" He leaned back, lighting a cigar. "Fella's got to sweat today to make it, eh Stan?"
Ignoring her coarse husband, Wilson said in a tone that trembled enough for her to feel its sensuous vibrations: "Let's try this one, Beth…?"
The alluringly dressed young wife tossed her long blonde hair in a characteristic gesture, then swept it back over her shoulders. The act, she was well aware, had made her braless, ripely full breasts ripple in provocative freedom. She was hardly conscious of her husband's presence, and could barely contain the smile she felt tugging at her wetly parted lips at her handsome neighbor's visible uneasiness. It registered that he must enjoy many sensual panoramas from his strategic position, and she was suddenly determined that none would be more equal to the bird's-eye view than that she would shortly offer him!
At the moment, while his perceptive hands were skillfully removing and replacing the shoe, her eyes were drawn to the short, black masculine hair lightly enshadowing their backs, a sensory shiver dancing up her spine. She leaned forward then, supposedly observing the sandal, coyly spreading her thighs, but not without a certain gracefulness.
"Mmmmm… I think I like this better… but the heel isn't exactly what I wanted," she said, pretending to study it, but from the corner of her eye she saw the lusty gleam leap into his deep, dark ones as they flitted back and forth, overly lingering each time they focused up between her legs.
"That's a damn good looking shoe on you, baby," Jay commented, hanging a stenchy cloud of thick smoke over them with his puffings. "Not every doll could show it off like you, right Stan?"
"T-True," their handsome neighbor stammered, dragging his eyes from her to briefly glance at her stretched out husband. She almost heard his eyeballs snapping back, then he lowered his head as if studying the fit, his gentle fingers feeling around her instep, but Beth wasn't fooled. While his broad brow hid the recess of his eyes, she knew he was straining them damned near out of their sockets to feast on the luring, nylon-misted revelation of her most intimate secret. "W-Would you like to try on the other… Beth?"
"Oooohh… yes, I think so."
He fumbled, dropped, retrieved and managed. Almost pathetically, he looked up then to catch her suggestive little smile of understanding. She stood, moving around him to pace the carpet.
"They look great, hon," Jay said. "You like 'em?"
"Yes… I think so, but this one you just put on seems to have something sticking up into my foot," the voluptuous blonde wife lied, re-seating herself. One more little fleeting peek for him, and the next move was his.
"Ooohh…? Well, let's have a look at that," Stan eagerly replied, dropping to his knees to remove it, but with head definitely bowed, almost as if he couldn't weather another dose of her voluptuously presented charms.
Beth was delighted! She'd reached him, all right! In fact, she'd wager that the slight bulge in the front of his trousers he was uncomfortably trying to conceal wasn't perpetual. She watched him smooth his hand over the insole, slowly rising from his kneeling position and saying something about "when they came off the last…".
"Easily taken care of, Mrs. – Beth… if you like them," he unsteadily faltered, his avid dark eyes devouring her.
Damn, she sure had reached him, and in grand style! "Yes… I think I'll take them, if you can do something about that… whatever it is?"
"Of course… yes… well, it won't take a minute," he went on, his handsome face and eyes caught up in an expression of complete confusion. "I-I just have to put it on the workbench I have in back and give it a few taps… Y-You can watch if you like…"
"Just take your time, Stan. We're in no hurry," Jay voiced through a haze of smelly cigar smoke. "I think I want some boots, myself. Hey, where are they? I can be looking while you're fixing that?"
"Th-That row right over there," the shaken store-owner nervously pointed as her big, bearded husband lumbered across toward it.
"This one?"
"Yes, that's it… go right ahead. The sizes are on the box-fronts. H-Have a look at the styles while we give this a tap… W-Would you like to watch, Beth?" he repeated.
"May I?" she questioned, looking him straight in his perplexed, burning dark-eyes.
"O-of course. Come along… it's back here!" he finally got out, his nearly tremoring voice cracking twice. "It shouldn't take a minute, Mr… Jay…"
"That's okay, no hurry. I'll just paw through these boots," Beth heard her husband say, while intensive, if timorous, excitement gripped her as the dividing curtain swept closed behind her and Stan Wilson dropped the shoe onto the little bench, turning to face her.
"T-There's nothing wrong with that shoe!" he hissed, his breathing short and raspy as he stared at her.
"I-I know…" Beth whispered, moving toward him, so tight inside she thought something was surely going to burst! Everything that her middle-aged husband had ever written concerning promiscuous wives made itself available like a sensual reference library in her erotically determined brain! She raised her arms with obvious intent, letting her fingers pressure against his broad shoulders, then mindlessly ease around his neck, while he stood as if immobilized into a helpless numbness. "I-I know…!" she huskily repeated.
"J-Jesus Christ!" he choked, his strong arm wrapping around her slender waist and drawing her tightly against him, his handsome mouth hungrily finding her warm, tongue-moistened lips in an ardent soul kiss! She let her own little tongue wetly greet his, her incited brain reeling as she enveloped him with the resilient fullness of her breasts, soft belly and hot thighs, urging the erogenous swell of her yielding fleshy mound against the lengthy bulge of his thickly aroused hardness. The passionate sensation of its solid, masculine feel whipped her breath away!
"Y-You beautiful witch!" he hoarsely panted, smoothing his big hands lustfully over the rounded swell of her buttocks. "Y… you were showing it to me out there… wearing those tiny little panties… Christ! You were, weren't you… weren't you?"
"Y-Yes…! D-Did you like what you saw?"
"Goddamn… I loved it! When… where?" his words were hot, gasping breaths against her face, the heat of his strong, sensitive hands penetrating through the knit of her tiny skirt to the tensed ovals of her rounded buttocks! It'd gone just as she'd conceived it… her bit of lewd exhibitionism… but now, what? God, this was no time to get panicky, or suddenly have second thoughts! Yet…?
"Well…?" he insisted. "When, honey… and where?"
"Oohhh… I-I don't know!" she tremulously whispered. "But… but I want to, darling…!"
"Damn… you mean it, too, don't you?" he croaked, his breathing filling the cluttered little room with short, sizzling sounds.
For answer, Beth uncontrollably pressured even tighter to him, almost imperceptibly undulating her desire-filled, soft belly, loins and thighs with suggestive fervency against his hardened, rhythmically throbbing penis. A scene from one of Jay's mate-swapping years raced through the archives of her sensually intoxicated mind, and like the young wife in the story who was desperately trying to seduce her reluctant neighbor, she passionately kissed him on the lips, then began to tickle the end of his handsome nose with the tip of her hot, wet little tongue.
"Uummgghh…" he huskily groaned, his heated hands stroking downward to the backs of her nyloned thighs, then up in under her tiny skirt to tease the smooth flesh above her stockings, and finally to caress and cup the rounded fullness of her flimsily covered buttocks! His wetly fevered mouth smothered her own as she sensually returned as much as he gave, eagerly lashing tongues with him, while his finger tips descended, tracing the deep crevice separating the tensed mounds of her ovalled, near-naked buttocks. Then, one outstretched thick finger was worming its way between her trembling, full thighs from behind, the erotic sensation causing her to gasp out! Suddenly, through her panties, she felt its wanted hot pressure against the desire-dampened mouth of her vagina, and an electric current rippled through her as it tried to wriggle inside the moistened, narrow crotchband.
"No… no, darling, not here!" the hotly aroused young wife whispered, locking her strong, full thighs like a fleshy vise over his probing hand to hamper his frantic operation. "Please… it's too dangerous with him right out there!" she insisted, her sultry green eyes searching his while she reached behind her and gently disengaged his lewdly exploring fingers. Then, pressing the hardened tips of her proud young breasts against his chest, she reached beyond him to the little bench, picking up the flat-nosed hammer and banging it three times against the bench top.
"Wh-What the hell are you doing?" her shuddering neighbor rattled with a start.
"Making the necessary sounds… remember, love? You're supposed to be repairing a shoe?"
"Y-Yeah… Christ, yes… I forgot he was even out there! Goddamn! You're something else, girl… blow a man's mind…"
"Please… don't tease me…?"
"Tease you? Holy Christ! Who's teasing whom?" he hotly questioned, trying to draw her back tight to him, while she wedged her hands against his athletic chest as a buffer. "I-If he wasn't out there, I'd… I'd…"
"You'd what?" she excitedly pressed, wanting to hear him say it.
"Damn it, you know what I'd do!"
"You'd fuck me right here!" the intensively fired Beth lewdly finished for him in an intimate whisper, the four letter word never sounding more exciting to her, or to him, as it obscenely tumbled from her lush lips at that moment. "I-Is that what you were going to say, Stan?"
"Goddamn! You… you luscious creature!" he cawed, his lust-inflamed dark eyes reflecting the depth of the jolt her use of the graphic word had triggered inside him. He gushed a hot draft of breath against her face, his eyes gleaming with a frenzy. "When, Beth? Tonight? Can you get out…?"
"Whoa, darling… not so fast," Beth reflexively countered, something in the nature of apprehension clutching at her within. She took the decorative handkerchief from his breast pocket to dab away the smear her lightly tinted lip gloss had left on his mouth. It was a subterfuge, a stall for time, her mind racing in a melee of confusion. "B-Better not let Sara see this hanky," she said, tucking it back into his pocket.
"What… what about tonight? A friend of mine owns a motel a few miles out of town! There won't be any problems…"
"What about Sara?" she interrupted, in God's name, never knowing why, unless that was a woman's natural reaction and subconsciously placing herself in the position of his vivacious, raven-haired young wife.
He stared at her open-mouthed, part of the expression on his handsome face and in his tormented eyes enough to make her want to climb right up on the little bench for him! Oohhh… she was really so hot it was a wonder that her tiny, thin panties didn't disintegrate! Maybe they had! Still, she couldn't deny the forces, whatever their source, that were restraining her, and they certainly never appeared in Jay's themes!
"What the hell! Forget Sara! She's got nothing to do with this… with you and me! Look, can you make it tonight…?"
Before he could, finish or she answer, Jay's harsh voice came to them! "Hey! What're you doing back there, remaking that shoe, you guys? Come out and take a look at these boots, doll!"
"How about it? Tonight?" Stan Wilson pressed in an urgent whisper.
"N-No… I can't, tonight! Besides… we have to think of your wife, and… and my husband… at least, a little bit!" Beth defensively answered hardly knowing what she meant by her words.
"Think of them…? Christ, girl, what's with you, anyway?"
"Ooohhh… I-I shouldn't have let you…"
"The hell with that shit! W-What are you, anyway… a Goddamn cocktease?" he spat at her. "You come tripping in here with your husband, practically nothing on beneath that frigging skirt, show me your cunt like you're waving a flag, then suddenly give me that old 'your beautiful wife' routine! What the hell's with you, Mrs. Durke? You have problems in bed with that talented artist out there, or something…?"
The venom in his cutting words burned into the young blonde wife like eating acid, and she backed away from him with tears brimming up into her big, round eyes! God, what'd happened? It had all been flowing so beautifully! Just the way she'd envisioned it! Ooohhh… she'd truly blown it… blown it! And now, what…?
She dropped her head and he said: "Damnit, look, honey, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it… honest! You're just too much, is all…"
"Hey! You characters coming out here, or should I go out for coffee, maybe?" Jay's voice reached her, a tone of up-tightness barbing it.
Beth moved forward, quickly picking up and slipping on the new sandal. She daintily wiped at her eyes as Stan said: "Look, I'm sorry! Please…? Tonight. We can straighten all of this nonsense out, Beth! I promise…!"
The voluptuous, long-haired blonde wife didn't look at him. She knew if she did she'd probably meet him in an alley if that's what he wanted! God, she'd never been any hotter, or closer to spreading her legs, in her life! Instead, she said: "No… I can't, Stan. Let's just think about it. Maybe… maybe, we both made a mistake…!"
"Shit! Listen… wait a second, baby! Oh Christ…!" Beth heard him choke behind her as she brushed the curtain to one side and walked out into the front of his store, every inch of her alive with sensual excitement.
"There, it's all right now, Jay darling! Mr. Wilson fixed it beautifully!"
"Aawww, come on, baby… not Mr. Wilson," her cigar-chewing husband reminded. "Stan… remember? We're neighbors, eh? And… how do you like these boots on me…?"